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Phoebe!
​Phoebe!
​Your namesongPhoebe!
​ Crown
The wood​Phoebe!
With its restatement
​ Of the
Common
​And the samePhoebe!
​ Love that
Lives in every
​Long circle
​Of every
Diverse thing!
​Phoebe!

Let us know you
​That know you not.

To listen to your song
​ Stretch out along

The cool air is to hold, hold
​Your grey body

And feel your
​ Silver pulse thrum,

Is to know the blue liveblood
​Descended from

A dark strawstream
​Of dusty comets.

Phoebe!
​You are pushing us
​To despair​Phoebe!
That cannot love than
​What sings
Its own solitary name.

About Owen Lucas

Owen Lucas is a British writer living in Norwalk, Connecticut. His poetry, fiction and translations have been published in more than sixty journals in the U.S., Britain, and Canada. He is an editor-at-large at Potluck Magazine. Look for new work in upcoming issues of Big Lucks, Identity Theory, Plume Poetry and Small Po[r]tions. For more: owenlucaspoems.com